Science Fiction Studies

#95 = Volume 32, Part 1 = March 2005

Arthur B. Evans

A Bibliography of Jules Verne’s English
Translations

The following bibliography lists the most common English translations of Jules
Verne’s Voyages Extraordinaires. The opening passages from Verne’s
original French texts and their different English translations are provided for
purposes of identification and comparison. For those novels originally published
in two or three parts (where, in translation, each part was often published as a
separate volume), the opening passage for each part is indicated by the symbol
[○].

It is important to note that serializations in periodicals (e.g., The
Boys’ Own Paper), abridged versions of previous translations (e.g., the
Sampson Low “Junior Books,” among others), unpublished typescripts, theater
adaptations, screenplays, and comic book editions are not included in this
listing. All the English translations published in the popular “Seaside Library”
series by George Munro, in the 1911 Vincent Parke collection (ed. Charles F.
Horne), and in the many “Fitzroy” editions (ed./trans. I.O. Evans) are included.
A selection of modern reprints and electronic versions are listed for many of
the translations.

For each Verne novel, the best English translations in terms of completeness,
accuracy, and style are marked with a star ();
those of relatively good quality are marked with a check ();
and the poorest ones are marked with a black ball ().
Those left unmarked are of either mediocre or unknown quality. Occasional
lexical variants in the opening passages are included in brackets.

This bibliography would not have been possible without the generous help of
many Verne scholars, but especially Stephen Michaluk, Jr. (co-author with Brian
Taves of the Jules Verne Encyclopedia), Jean-Michel Margot (current
president of the North American Jules Verne Society), and Clark Evans of the
Rare Books and Special Collections Division of the Library of Congress, to whom
I am very grateful.

There was a large audience assembled on the 14th of January, 1862, at the
session of the Royal Geographical Society, No. 3 Waterloo Place, London. The
president, Sir Francis M—, made an important communication to his
colleagues, in an address that was frequently interrupted by applause.

There have been disputes as to the originator of the great idea of
traversing the African continent, in a manner to be independent of its
multitudinous and deadly obstructions; but the subjoined narrative will, we
cannot doubt, be sufficient to assure the reader that the man who undertook,
and in the face of unexampled difficulties carried out the project,
conceived it, and stands indebted to no one for the honours now accumulating
on the name of Dr Samuel Fergusson.

There was a large audience, on the 14th of January, 1862, at the sitting of
the Royal Geographical Society of London, 3, Waterloo-Place. The president,
Sir Francis M—, made an important speech to his honourable colleagues, and
was frequently interrupted by applause.

On the 14th of January, 1862, there was a very large attendance of the
members of the Royal Geographical Society of London, 3 Waterloo Place. The
President, Sir Francis M—, made an impromptu [important] communication to
his colleagues in a speech frequently interrupted by applause.

Five
Weeks in a Balloon (1877, London: Goubaud, and 1893, London: Hutchinson,
trans.?)

At the sitting of the Royal Geographical Society, No. 3, Waterloo Place, on
the 14th of January, 1862, the President, Sir Francis M—, made his
colleagues an important communication in an address interrupted by frequent
applause.

There was a large audience at the meeting of the Royal Geographical Society
of London, 3 Waterloo Place, on the 14th of January, 1862. The President,
Sir Francis M—, made an important announcement to his honourable colleagues
in a speech frequently interrupted by applause.

Looking back to all that has occurred to me since that eventful day, I am
scarcely able to believe in the reality of my adventures. They were truly so
wonderful that even now I am bewildered when I think of them.

A
Journey to the Centre of the Earth (1874, Philadelphia Evening Telegraph,
and Philadelphia: Warburton, trans. Stephen W. White).

One Sunday, the 24th of May, 1863, my Uncle, Professor Lidenbrock, returned
hurriedly to his little house, situated at No. 19 Konigstrasse, one of the
oldest streets of the old quarter of Hamburg.

The good Martha thought that she was very much behind time, for the
dinner was scarcely commencing to sing on the kitchen stove.

A
Journey to the Centre of the Earth (1876, London: Routledge, trans.?)

It was on Sunday, the 24th of May, 1863, that my uncle, Professor Lidenbrock,
came rushing suddenly back to his little house in the old part of Hamburg,
No. 19, Koenigstrasse.

Our good Martha could not but think she was very much behindhand with the
dinner, for the pot was scarcely beginning to simmer...

A
Journey into the Interior of the Earth (1877, London: Ward, Lock and Hall,
trans. Frederick Amadeus Malleson) - reprint: Journey to the Centre of the
Earth, Hertfordshire, UK: Wordsworth Classics, 1996. Online version
available at Zvi Har’El’s Jules Verne website: <http://JV.Gilead.org.il/works.html>.

On the 24th May, 1863, my uncle, Professor Liedenbrock, rushed into his
little house, No. 19 Köningstrasse, one of the oldest streets in the oldest
portion of the city of Hamburg.

Martha must have concluded that she was very much behindhand, for the
dinner had only just been put into the oven.

A
Journey to the Centre of the Earth (1890, London: Hutchinson, trans.?)

On Sunday, the 24th of May, 1863, my uncle, Professor Lidenbrock, returned
to his little dwelling, No. 19 in the Königstrasse, one of the oldest
streets in the most ancient part of Hamburg. Martha, the housekeeper, must
have fancied she was very much behind her usual time, for she had only just
begun to cook the dinner.

From
the Earth to the Moon. (1867, New York Weekly Magazine, and New York:
Gage, trans?)

During the recent Civil War in the United States, a new and very influential
club was founded in the city of Baltimore. The whole world knows, by this
time, with what energy the military instinct developed, among a people
hitherto regarded as merely a nation of shipping brokers, merchants and
machinists.

From
the Earth to the Moon (1869, Newark Daily and Weekly Journal of NJ,
trans. J.K. Hoyt)

During the civil war in the United States a new and very influential club
was established in the city of Baltimore. We know with what energy the
military instinct develops itself among a people composed of shippers,
merchants and mechanics.

○ During the Federal War [War of the Rebellion] in the United States [During
the American war of 1861], a new and influential club was established in the
city of Baltimore in the state of Maryland. It is well known with what
energy the taste for military matters became developed amongst that nation
of shipowners, shopkeepers, and mechanics.

○ (Preliminary Chapter) During the year 186—, the whole world was greatly
excited by a scientific experiment unprecedented in the annals of science.
The members of the Gun Club, a circle of artillerymen formed at Baltimore
after the American war, conceived the idea of putting themselves in
communication with the moon!—yes, the moon,—by sending her a projectile.

○ It was during the great Civil War of the United States, that a new and
influential club started in Baltimore, Maryland. Every body knows the
astonishing energy with which the military instinct suddenly developed
itself in that shipbuilding, engineering, and commercial nation.

○ (Preliminary Chapter) A few years ago the world was suddenly astounded by
hearing of an experiment of a most novel and daring nature, altogether
unprecedented in the annals of science. The Baltimore Gun Club, a society of
artillerymen started in America during the great Civil War, had conceived
the idea of nothing less than establishing direct communication with the
Moon by means of a projectile!

From
the Earth to the Moon Direct and Round the Moon (1877, London:
Routledge, trans. T.H. Linklater)

○ During the American War of Secession a new and very influential club was
formed in the city of Baltimore, Maryland. We all know with what rapidity
the military instinct developed itself in this people of shipowners,
merchants, and mechanics.

○ (Preliminary Chapter) During the year 186—, the whole world was greatly
excited by a scientific experiment without precedent in the annals of
science. The members of the Gun Club—an assembly of artillerists founded at
Baltimore—had conceived the idea of placing themselves in communication with
the moon—yes, with the moon!

The
Moon Voyage [From the Earth to the Moon and Round the Moon]
(1877, London: Ward, Lock and Co., trans.?)

○ During the Federal War in the United States, a new and influential club
was established in the city of Baltimore, Maryland. It is well known with
what energy the military instinct was developed amongst that nation of
shipowners, shopkeepers, and mechanics.

○ (Preliminary Chapter) During the course of 186— the entire world was
singularly excited by a scientific experiment without precedent in the
annals of science. The members of the Gun Club, a circle of artillerymen
established at Baltimore after the American war, had the idea of putting
themselves in communication with the moon—yes, with the moon—by sending a
bullet to her.

From
the Earth to the Moon, and All Around the Moon (1959, London: Hanison/Westport,
CT: Associated Booksellers, trans. I.O Evans)

○ During the Federal War in the United States, a new and influential club
was founded in the city of Baltimore, Maryland. It is common knowledge how
rapidly the taste for military matters grew amongst that nation of
ship-owners, shopkeepers, and mechanics.

○ (Preliminary Chapter) During the year 186—, the whole world was greatly
excited by an unprecedented scientific experiment. The members of the Gun
Club, a circle of artillerymen formed at Baltimore after the American war,
conceived the idea of putting themselves in communication with the
moon!—yes, with the moon—by a projectile. (edited and abridged version of
the Mercier-King translation)

From
the Earth to the Moon (1967, New York: Bantam, trans. Lowell Bair [sic]) -
reprint: New York: Bantam, 1993.

During the Civil War in the United States an influential club was formed in
Baltimore. The vigor with which the military instinct developed in that
nation of shipowners, merchants, and mechanics is well known.

From
the Earth to the Moon and Around the Moon (1970, London: Dent/New
York: Dutton, trans. Jacqueline and Robert Baldick)

○ During the Civil War in the United States an influential club was founded
in the city of Baltimore, Maryland. It is well known how rapidly the
military instinct developed in that nation of shipowners, merchants, and
mechanics.

○ (Preliminary Chapter) During the year 186—, the whole world was greatly
excited by an experiment unprecedented in the history of science. The
members of the Gun Club, an association of artillerymen formed in Baltimore
after the American Civil War, had conceived the idea of putting themselves
in communication with the moon—yes, with the moon—by means of a projectile.

From
the Earth to the Moon and Around the Moon (1970, New York: Heritage,
trans. Harold Salemson)

○ During the American Civil War, a new and influential club was established
in the city of Baltimore in the state of Maryland. It is well known with
what energy the taste for military matters became developed among that
nation of ship-owners, shopkeepers, and mechanics.

○ (Preliminary Chapter) During the year 186—, the whole world was greatly
excited by a scientific experiment unprecedented in the annals of science.
The members of the Gun Club, a circle of artillerymen formed at Baltimore
after the American war, conceived the idea of putting themselves in
communication with the moon—yes, with the moon—by sending a projectile to
her.

The
Annotated Jules Verne: From the Earth to the Moon (1978, New York: Crowell,
trans. Walter James Miller) - reprint: New York: Random House, 1996.

During the Civil War in the United States, a highly influential club was
founded in the city of Baltimore, in the middle of Maryland. Everyone will
remember the vigor with which that nation of shipowners, shopkeepers, and
mechanics discovered their instinct for warfare.

The
Adventures of Captain Hatteras (1 vol.) (1874-75, Boston: Osgood, trans.?) -
reprint: At the North Pole: The Voyages and Adventures of Captain Hatteras
and The Desert of Ice: The Voyages and Adventures of Captain Hatteras,
Mattituck, NY: Aeonian, 1976.

○ “To-morrow, at the turn of the tide, the brig Forward, K.Z.,
captain, Richard Shandon, mate, will clear from New Prince’s Docks;
destination unknown.”
This announcement appeared in the Liverpool Herald of April 5,
1860.

○ The design which Captain Hatteras had formed of exploring the North, and
of giving England the honor of discovering the Pole, was certainly a bold
one.

The
English at the North Pole [also as A Journey to the North Pole] and
The Field of Ice [also as The Desert of Ice] [2 vols.] (1874,
London: Routledge, trans.?) - reprint: New York: Munro, 1877, 1879; New York:
Vincent Parke (vols. 2-3), ed. Charles F. Horne, 1911; abridged and edited by
I.O. Evans as At the North Pole and The Wilderness of Ice, London:
Arco/Westport, CT: Associated Booksellers, 1961; Amsterdam, Fredonia, 2002.
Online version available at Zvi Har’El’s Jules Verne website <http://JV.Gilead.org.il/works.html>.

○ “To-morrow, at ebb tide, the brig Forward will sail from the New
Prince’s Docks, captain, K.Z.; chief officer, Richard Shandon; destination
unknown.” Such was the announcement which appeared in the Liverpool Herald
of April 5, 1860.

○ It was a bold project of Hatteras to push this way to the North Pole, and
gain for his country the honour and glory of its discovery.

The
Adventures of Captain Hatteras [The English at the North Pole and
The Ice Desert] (1876, London: Ward, Lock and Tyler, trans.?)

○ “To-morrow, at low tide, the brig Forward, Captain K.Z—, Richard
Shandon mate, will start from New Prince’s Docks for an unknown
destination.” The foregoing might have been read in the Liverpool Herald of
April 5th, 1860.

○ Captain Hatteras’s design was a bold one; he had meant that England should
have the glory of the discovery of the world’s boreal Pole.

Captain
Hatteras: or, the English at the North Pole and The Frozen Desert /
The Desert of Ice [2 vols.] (1877, London: Goubaud, and 1890, London:
Hutchinson, trans.?)

○ “The brig Forward, captain K.Z.; Richard Shandon, mate, will leave
new prince’s dock to-morrow with the first of the ebb—destination unknown.”
This was the notice in the Liverpool Herald, of the 5th of April,
1866.

○ Captain Hatteras’s design to reach the North, and so to attribute the
glory of discovering the North Pole to England, was a bold one.

○ On the 26th of July, 1864, under a strong gale from the northeast, a
magnificent yacht was steaming at full speed through the waves of the North
Channel. The flag of England fluttered at her yard-arm, while at the top of
the mainmast floated a blue pennon, bearing the initials E.G., worked in
gold and surmounted by a ducal coronet.

○ (Chap. 27) The first moments were consecrated to the happiness of meeting.
Lord Glenarvan did not wish the joy in the hearts of his friends to be
chilled by tidings of their want of success. his first words, therefore,
were,— “Courage, my friends, courage! Captain Grant is not with us, but we
are sure to find him.”

○ (Chap. 44) If ever the searchers of Captain Grant had reason to despair of
seeing him again, was it not when every hope forsook them at once? To what
part of the country should they venture a new expedition? how explore
unknown countries?

The
Mysterious Document / On the Track / Among the Cannibals [3 vols.] (1876,
London: Ward, Lock and Tyler, trans. ?) - reprint: abridged and edited by I.O.
Evans in 2 volumes as The Mysterious Document and Among the Cannibals,
London: Arco/Wesport, CT: Associated Booksellers, 1964; The Mysterious
Document reprinted by New York: Airmont, 1970; On the Track reprinted
by Amsterdam: Fredonia, 2001; Among the Cannibals reprinted by Honolulu:
University Press of the Pacific, 2001.

○ On the 26th of July, 1864, a magnificent yacht was steaming along before a
N.E. wind in the North Channel. The English flag floated from her mizenmast;
at the extremity of her mainmast hung a blue pendant, with the initials E.G.
embroidered in gold, and surmounted by an earl’s coronet.

○ For the benefit of those readers who may not have read “The Mysterious
Document,” of which this is a sequel, we must introduce our characters, and
state where they are, and why they are there, when our story opens.

○ If ever those who were seeking Captain Grant might despair of finding him,
was it not now, when they were in want of everything? How could they explore
a new country?

Voyage
Round the World: South America / Australia / New Zealand [3 vols.] (1876,
London: Routledge, trans.?) - reprint: The Castaways, or A Voyage Round the
World, New York: Munro, 1877; abridged and edited as In Search of the
Castaways, New York: Vincent Parke (vol. 4), ed. Charles F. Horne, 1911;
this latter version is available from Kessinger Publishing (Whitefish, MT), n.d.,
and is also available online at Zvi Har’El’s Jules Verne website <http://JV.Gilead.org.il/works.html>.

○ On the 26th of July, 1864, a magnificent yacht was steaming along the
North Channel at full speed, with a strong breeze blowing from the N.E. The
Union Jack was flying from the mizen-mast, and a blue standard, bearing the
initials E.B. embroidered in gold, and surmounted by a ducal coronet,
floated from the topgallant head of the mainmast.

○ For the first few moments the joy of reunion completely filled all hearts.
Lord Glenarvan had taken care that the ill-success of their expedition
should not throw a gloom over the pleasure of meeting, his very first words
being: “Cheer up, friends, cheer up! Captain Grant is not with us, but we
have a certainty of finding him!’

○ If ever the searchers after Captain Grant were tempted to despair, surely
it was at this moment when all their hopes were destroyed at a blow. Toward
what quarter of the world should they direct their endeavors? How were they
to explore new countries?

The year 1866 was signalis[z]ed by a remarkable incident, a mysterious and
inexplicable phenomenon, which doubtless no one has yet forgotten. Not to
mention rumors which agitated the maritime population, and excited the
public mind, even in the interior of continents, seafaring men were
particularly excited.

(Among many others, a modified and slightly corrected version of this
translation was published in 1965 by Platt & Munk [New York] in their Platt
& Munk Great Writers Collection. This version begins as follows:)

The year 1866 was marked by a series of strange events revolving around a
mysterious and puzzling phenomenon that is doubtless still vivid in the mind
of the public. particularly in the coastal communities—but even in the
inland areas, peculiar but insistent rumors had spread, stirring up fear and
apprehension.

(Another modified and corrected version of this translation was published in
1980 by Watermill Press [Mahwah, NJ]. This version begins as follows:)

The year 1866 was made notable by a series of bizarre events, a chain of
mysterious phenomena which have never been explained, that I am sure no one
has forgotten. Rumors of these strange occurrences excited the inhabitants
of seaports, the world over, and excited the imaginations of the public
throughout all the continents.

The year 1866 was marked by a very strange event, an inexplicable and
unexplained phenomenon, which must still be in the recollection of our
readers. Without mentioning rumours which agitated the population of the
sea-ports, and extended to the interior of various countries, the maritime
population were more particularly exercised in their minds.

In the year 1866 the whole maritime population of Europe and America was
excited by a mysterious and inexplicable phenomenon. This excitement was not
confined to merchants, common sailors, sea-captains, shippers, and naval
officers of all countries, but the governments of many states on the two
continents were deeply interested.

The year of grace 1866 was made memorable by a marvelous event which
doubtless still lingers in men’s minds. No explanation for this strange
occurrence was found, and it soon came to be generally regarded as
inexplicable. A thousand rumors were current among the population of the
seacoasts and stirred the imagination of those millions who dwelt inland far
from the shores of an ocean. But of course it was the seafaring men who were
the most excited.

The year 1866 was marked by a strange event, an unexplainable occurrence
which is undoubtedly still fresh in everyone’s memory. Those living in
coastal towns or in the interior of continents were aroused by all sorts of
rumors; but it was seafaring people who were particularly excited.

Eighteen sixty-six was marked by a strange occurrence, an amazing phenomenon
that probably no one has yet forgotten. People living along the coasts, even
people far inland, were disturbed by bizarre rumors. But seafaring men were
especially upset.

The year 1866 was marked by a strange occurrence, an unexplained and
inexplicable phenomenon that surely no one has forgotten. People living
along the coasts, and even far inland, had been perturbed by certain rumors,
while seafaring men had been especially alarmed.

The year 1866 was signalised by a remarkable incident, a mysterious and
inexplicable phenomenon, which doubtless no one has yet forgotten. Not to
mention rumors which agitated the maritime population, and excited the
public mind, even in the interior of continents, seafaring men were
particularly excited.

The year 1866 was marked by a strange incident, an unexplained and
inexplicable phenomenon, which doubtless no one has yet forgotten. Not to
mention rumors which disturbed the maritime population and excited the
public mind in the interior of continents, but even seafaring men were
excited.

Jules
Verne’s Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea: The Definitive Unabridged Edition
Based on the Original French Texts (1993, Annapolis: US Naval Institute,
trans. Walter James Miller & Frederick Paul Walter).

The year 1866 was marked by a bizarre situation, a phenomenon unexplained
and inexplicable that probably no one has yet forgotten. Putting aside those
rumors that upset people in the seaports and excited the public mind far
inland, the significant fact is that seafaring men were especially agitated.

The year 1866 was marked by a strange event, an unexplained and inexplicable
occurrence that doubtless no one has yet forgotten. Without mentioning the
rumours which agitated the denizens of the ports and whipped up the public’s
imagination on every continent, seafaring men felt particularly disturbed.

The year 1866 was marked by a bizarre development, an unexplained and
downright inexplicable phenomenon that surely no one has forgotten. Without
getting into those rumors that upset civilians in the seaports and deranged
the public mind even far inland, it must be said that professional seamen
were especially alarmed.

The
Floating City and The Blockade Runners (1874, London: Sampson Low, and New
York: Scribner, trans.?) - reprint: New York: Vincent Parke (vol. 7), ed.
Charles F. Horne, 1911 (abridged); abridged and edited by I.O. Evans as
The Floating City, London: Hanison/Westport, CT: Associated Booksellers,
1965; abridged and edited by I.O. Evans as The Green Ray and
TheBlockade Runners, London: Arco/Westport, CT: Associated Booksellers,
1965. The Parke version of The Floating City is reprinted in
Amsterdam: Fredonia, 2002. Online version of The Blockade Runners
available at Zvi Har’El’s Jules Verne website <http://JV.Gilead.org.il/works.html>.

○ On the 18th of March, 1867, I arrived at Liverpool, intending to take a
berth simply as an amateur traveller on board the “Great Eastern,” which in
a few days was to sail for New York.

○ The Clyde was the first river whose waters were lashed into foam by a
steamboat. It was in 1812, when the steamer called the “Comet” ran between
Glasgow and Greenock, at the speed of six miles an hour.

The
Floating City and The Blockade Runners (1876, London: Routledge, trans.
Henry Frith).

○ On the 18th March, 1867, I arrived in Liverpool. The Great Eastern
was to sail for New York in a few days, and I came to take my passage in
her. A mere traveller for pleasure, a trip across the Atlantic in this
gigantic steamship had great attractions for me.

○ The Clyde was the first river that was disturbed by the wheels of a
steamer. The time was 1812, the steamer was the Comet, and it
performed a regular service between Glasgow and Greenock, at a speed of six
miles an hour.

On the evening of the 17th March 1859, Captain Craventy gave a fête at Fort
Reliance. Our readers must not at once imagine a grand entertainment, such
as a court ball, or a musical soiree with a fine orchestra. Captain
Craventy’s reception was a very simple affair, yet he had spared no pains to
give it éclat.

The
Fur Country (1879, Routledge, trans. Henry Frith).

On the 17th March, 1859, Captain Craventy gave a party at Fort Reliance.
This must not be understood as a grand ball, or a magnificent gala or
“rout,” or even as a concert. Captain Craventy’s reception was much more
commonplace, but nevertheless he had done all in his power to make it a
success.

The
Fur Country (1987, Toronto: NC Press, trans. Edward Baxter).

On the evening of March 17, 1859, Captain Craventy gave a party at Fort
Reliance. It was not a grand official reception, or a court ball, or a
festival complete with orchestra. The captain’s party was much more modest,
although he had spared no effort to make it as elegant as he could.

The
Tour of the World in 80 Days (1873, Boston: Osgood, trans. George M. Towle)
- reprints: Around the World in Eighty Days, New York: Bantam, 1988.
Available on CD: Jules Verne Collection, Sandy, UT: Quiet Vision, 1999.
Online version available at Zvi Har’El’s Jules Verne website <http://JV.Gilead.org.il/works.html>.

Mr. Phileas Fogg lived, in 1872, at No. 7, Saville Row, Burlington Gardens,
the house in which Sheridan died in 1814. He was one of the most noticeable
members of the Reform Club, though he seemed always to avoid attracting
attention; an enigmatic personage, about whom little was known, except that
he was a polished man of the world.

Mr. Phileas Fogg lived, in 1872, at No. 7, Saville Row, Burlington Gardens,
the house in which Sheridan died in 1814. He was one of the most noticeable
members of the Reform Club, though he seemed always to avoid attracting
attention; an enigmatic personage, about whom little was known, except that
he was a polished man of the world.

in the year 1872, the house no. 7, saville row, burlington gardens—the house
in which sheridan died in 1814—was inhabited by phileas fogg, esq., one of
the most singular and most noticed members of the Reform Club of London,
although he seemed to take care to do nothing which might attract attention.

Round
the World in Eighty Days (1878, London: Routledge, trans. Henry Frith).

In the year of Grace one thousand eight hundred and seventy-two, the house
in which sheridan died in 1816 [sic]—viz. no 7, saville row, burlington
Gardens—was occupied by
Phileas Fogg, Esq., one of the most eccentric members of the Reform Club,
though it always appeared as if he were very anxious to avoid remark.

Around
the World in Eighty Days (1879, London: Ward, Lock & Tyler, trans?).

In the year 1872 the house, No 7, Savile [sic] Row, Burlington Gardens, in
which Sheridan died in 1816 [sic], was occupied by Phileas Fogg, Esquire,
one of the most remarkable members of the Reform Club, though he always
appeared very anxious to avoid remark.

Round
the World in Eighty Days (n.d., London: Hutchinson, trans.?).

In the year 1872, No. 7 Saville Row, Burlington Gardens, the house in which
Sheridan died in 1814, was inhabited by Phileas Fogg, Esq., one of the most
eccentric and noticeable members of the Reform Club, although he seemed to
be especially careful to do nothing which could attract anyone’s attention.

In the year 1872, No. 7 Saville Row, Burlington Gardens (the house in which
Sheridan died in 1816 [sic]) was inhabited by Phileas Fogg, Esq., one of the
most unusual and more remarkable members of the Reform Club of London,
although he tried his best to do nothing that would draw attention to
himself.

Around
the World in Eighty Days (1962, London: Collier, trans. Mercier Lewis) -
reprints: 1964, New York: Doubleday; online version available at Zvi Har’El’s
Jules Verne website <http://JV.Gilead.org.il/works.html>.

Mr. Phileas Fogg lived, in 1872, at No. 7, Saville Row, Burlington Gardens.
He was one of the most noticeable members of the Reform Club, though he
seemed always to avoid attracting attention.

Around
the World in Eighty Days (1965, London: Hamlyn, trans. K.E. Lichtenecker).

In 1872, the house at Number Seven, Saville Row was occupied by Phileas
Fogg, Esquire, one of the most remarkable and unusual members of the London
Reform Club. It was his habit to avoid everything which could arouse
attention.

Round
the World in Eighty Days (1965, London: Blackie, trans. Irene R. Gibbons).

In 1872, No. 7 Savile Row, Burlington Gardens—the house where Sheridan died
in 1816 [sic]—was occupied by Phileas Fogg, Esq., one of the oddest and most
conspicuous members of the Reform Club of London, although he appeared to
make a point of never doing anything that could possibly attract attention.

In 1872 No. 7, Savile [sic] Row, Burlington Gardens, the former home of
Sheridan, was occupied by Mr Phileas Fogg. He belonged to the Reform Club of
London, and although he never did anything to attract attention, he was one
of its most unusual and conspicuous members.

In 1872 No. 7 Savile [sic] Row, Burlington Gardens—the house in which
Sheridan died in 1816 [sic]—was occupied by Phileas Fogg, Esq. He belonged
to the Reform Club of London, and although he seemed to take care never to
do anything which might attract attention, he was one of its strangest and
most conspicuous members.

(Around
the World in Eighty Days [1983, New York: Scholastic, trans. Edward Roth] -
translation erroneously attributed to Roth; it is a reprint of the Stephen White
translation first published by Warburton in 1874)

Around
the World in Eighty Days (1991, New York: Signet, “revised and updated” by
Jacqueline Rogers—essentially the Towle/d’Anvers translation with some slight
spelling changes, etc.)

Mr. Phileas Fogg lived, in 1872, at No. 7, Saville Row, Burlington Gardens,
the house in which Sheridan died in 1814. He was one of the most prominent
members of the London Reform Club, though he never did anything to attract
attention; an enigmatic character about whom little was known except that he
was a polished man of the world.

Around
the World in Eighty Days (1995, Oxford: Oxford UP, trans. William Butcher).

In the year 1872, No. 7 Savile [sic] Row, Burlington Gardens—the house where
Sheridan died in 1814—was occupied by Phileas Fogg, Esq. This gentleman was
one of the most remarkable, and indeed most remarked upon, members of the
Reform Club, although he seemed to go out of his way to do nothing that
might attract attention.

Around
the World in Eighty Days (2004, London: Penguin, trans. Michael Glencross).

In the year 1872, the house at number 7 Savile [sic] Row, Burlington
Gardens—the house in which Sheridan died in 1814—was lived in by Phileas
Fogg, Esq., one of the oddest and most striking members of the Reform Club,
although he seemed determined to avoid doing anything that might draw
attention to himself.

In the month of September, 1850, I arrived at Frankfort-on-the-Maine. My
passage through the principal cities of Germany had been brilliantly marked
by aerostatic ascensions; but, up to this day, no inhabitant of the
Confederation had accompanied me, and the successful experiments at Paris of
Messrs. Green, Godard, and Poitevin, had failed to induce the grave Germans
to attempt aerial voyages.

Dr.
Ox and Other Stories (1874, Boston: Osgood, trans. George M. Towle); also
published as Dr. Ox’s Experiment and Other Stories (1874, London: Sampson
Low, trans. George M. Towle) - reprint: edited by I.O. Evans as Dr. Ox and
Other Stories, London: Arco/Westport, CT: Associated Booksellers, 1964, but
“The Fortieth French Ascent of Mont Blanc” has been replaced by an edited
version of the Kingston translation of “A Drama in Mexico” (see Michel
Strogoff, suivi de Un Drame au Méxique)

The city of Geneva lies at the west end of the lake of the same name.
The Rhone, which passes through the town at the outlet of the lake,
divides it into two sections, and is itself divided in the centre of the
city by an island placed in mid-stream.

In the month of September, 185—, I arrived at Frankfort-on-the-Maine. My
passage through the principal German cities had been brilliantly marked
by balloon ascents; but as yet no German had accompanied me in my car,
and the fine experiments made at Paris by MM. Green, Eugene Godard, and
Poitevin had not tempted the grave Teutons to essay aerial voyages.

If you look on a map of Flanders, ancient or modern, for the little town
of Quiquendone, it is probable that you will not find it there. Is
Quiquendone, then, a city that has disappeared? No.

From
the Clouds to the Mountains (1874. Boston: Gill, trans. Abby L. Alger).

“A Drama in Mid-Air”

In September, 185—, I arrived in Frankfort-on-the-Main. My passage
through the chief cities of Germany had been marked by a brilliant
series of aerostatic ascensions, but up to this time no native of the
Confederation had accompanied me in my car; and the charming Parisian
experiences of MM. Green, Eugène Godard, and Poitevin had been powerless
to persuade the grave Germans to dare aerial roads.

“Dr. Ox’s Hobby”

If you look for the little town of Quiquendone, on a map of Flanders,
ancient or modern, you will probably be unable to find it. Is
Quiquendone a buried city? No.

The city of Geneva lies on the western shore of the lake to which it
gives or owes its name. The Rhone, which crosses it on issuing from the
lake, divides it into two distinct parts, and is itself divided in the
centre of the city, by an island midway between its two shores.

“A Winter Among the Ice-Fields”

The priest of the old church in Dunkirk rose at five on the 12th of May,
18—, to say, as was his wont, the first low mass, attended by a few
pious fishers only.

“Fortieth French Ascent of Mont Blanc,” by Paul Verne

August 18, 1871, I reached Chamounix, with the firm intention of
ascending Mont Blanc, let it cost me what it might. My first attempt, in
August, 1869, had been unsuccessful.

A
Fantasy of Dr. Ox (2003, London: Hesperus, trans. Andrew Brown).

If you take a map of Flanders, old or new, and start looking for the small
town of Quiquendone, it is quite probable that you won’t find it. So is
Quiquendone a vanished town? No.

A
Winter’s Sojourn in the Ice (1874, The Evening Telegraph, trans.
Stephen W. White) - reprint: A Journey to the Center of the Earth, and A
Winter’s Sojourn in the Ice, Philadelphia: Warburton, 1874.

The cure of the old church of Dunkirk awoke at five o’clock on the 12th of
May, 18—, to say, according to his custom, the first low mass, at which a
few pious fishermen assisted.

A
Winter Amid the Ice, and Other Stories (1876, London: Sampson Low, trans.
George M. Towle).

“A Winter Amid the Ice”

The curé of the ancient church of Dunkirk rose at five o’clock on the
12th of May, 18—, to perform, according to his custom, low mass for the
benefit of a few pious sinners.

“A Drama in the Air”

In the month of September, 185—, I arrived at Frankfort-on-the-Main. My
passage through the principal German cities had been brilliantly marked
by balloon ascents....

“The Fortieth French Ascent of Mont Blanc,” by Paul Verne

I arrived at Chamonix on the 18th of August, 1871, fully decided to make
the ascent of Mont Blanc, cost what it might. My first attempt in
August, 1869, was not successful.

The sun had just sunk behind the snowy peaks of the Cordilleras, and,
although the beautiful Peruvian sky was being covered by the veil of the
night, the atmosphere was clear and refreshing in its balmy coolness. It
was just the hour when a European might enjoy the climate, and with open
verandah luxuriate in the grateful breeze.

○ It was now exactly seven months since the balloon voyagers had been thrown
on Lincoln Island. During that time, notwithstanding the researches they had
made, no human being had been discovered.

○ It was now two years and a half since the castaways from the balloon had
been thrown on Lincoln Island, and during that period there had been no
communication between them and their fellow-creatures.

○ It was now seven months since the balloon voyagers had been thrown on
Lincoln Island. During that time, no human being had been discovered.

○ It was now two years and a half since the castaways from the balloon had
been thrown on Lincoln Island, and there had been no communication between
them and their fellow-creatures. (edited version of the Kingston
translation)

○ (chap. 9) The colonists had been on Lincoln Island for seven months.
During all that time they had found nothing to make them believe that they
were not the only people on the island.

○ (chap. 14) Gideon, Pencroff and Neb ran to the window. Pencroff seized the
telescope and looked in the direction that Cyrus had pointed out to him.

The
Mysterious Island (2001, Wesleyan UP, trans. Sidney Kravitz)

○ “Are we rising again?”

“No! On the contrary! We’re going down!”

“Worse than that, Mr. Cyrus! We’re falling!”

“For God’s sake, throw out the ballast!”

○ It was seven months to the day since the balloon passengers had been
thrown onto Lincoln Island. During this time, despite their searching, no
human had shown himself.

○ It had now been two and a half years since the castaways from the
balloon had been thrown upon Lincoln Island; throughout this entire time,
they had had no contact with their fellow men.

The
Mysterious Island (2001)

○"Are we
rising?"

"No! Quite the reverse! We’re sinking!"

"Worse than that, Mr. Cyrus! We’re falling!"

"For the love of God, drop some ballast!"

○ It was now seven months to the day since the passengers of the balloon had
been cast onto the shores of Lincoln Island. In all this time, no matter how
they searched, no human being had ever shown his face.

○ In all their two and a half years on Lincoln Island, the castaways from
the balloon had had no communication with the outside world

○ Charleston, September 27th, 1869.—It is high tide, and three o’clock in
the afternoon when we leave the Battery quay; the ebb carries us off
shore...

○ The sun had just sunk behind the snowy peaks of the Cordilleras, and,
although the beautiful Peruvian sky was being covered by the veil of night,
the atmosphere was clear and refreshing in its balmy coolness.

On 18th October, 1825, the Asia, a high-built Spanish ship, and the
Constanzia, a brig of eight guns, cast anchor off the isle of Guajan,
one of the Mariannas.

The crews of these vissels, badly fed, ill-paid, and harrassed with
fatigue during their six months voyage for [sic] Spain, had been secretly
plotting a mutiny. (edited version of the Kingston translation)

On February 2, 1873, the schooner “Pilgrim” was in latitude 43°57′ south,
and in longitude 165°19′ west of the meridian of Greenwich.

This vessel, of four hundred tons, fitted out at San Francisco for
whale-fishing in the southern seas, belonged to James W. Weldon, a rich
Californian ship-owner, who had for several years entrusted the command of
it to Captain Hull.

On the 2nd of February, 1873, the “Pilgrim,” a tight little craft of 400
tons burden, lay in lat. 43°57′, S. and long. 165°19′, W. She was a
schooner, the property of James W. Weldon, a wealthy Californian ship-owner
who had fitted her out at San Francisco, expressly for the whale-fisheries
in the southern seas.

○ “Really these English newspapers are very well written,” said the worthy
doctor to himself, as he leant back in the great leathern easy-chair.

○ Not a breath of wind, not a ripple on the surface of the ocean, not a
cloud in the sky. The splendid constellation of the Southern Hemisphere
shone with exquisite brilliancy. The Bounty lay motionless, with
drooping sails, as the night wore on; and the moon, turning pale at the
approach of dawn, filled the air with dim and uncertain light.

“It must be acknowledged, however, that there is some good in life,”
observed one of the guests, who, leaning his elbow on the arm of his chair
with a marble back, sat nibbling a root of a sugar water-lily.

The
Steam House, or A Trip Across Northern India (1880, New York: Munro, trans.
James Cotterell).

○ “A reward of £2,000 is offered to whoever will deliver up dead or alive
one of the old chiefs of the revolt of the Sepoys—Nabob Dandou Pant, better
known under the name of —.”

○ “The incommensurability of the creation.” This grand expression of Hany
[sic], the mineralogist, serves to describe the American Andes; and could it
not be applied with equal justice to the chain of the Himalaya Mountains,
which no man thus far has been able to measure with mathematical precision?

The
Steam House [The Demon of Cawnpore and Tigers and Traitors (2
vols.)] (1880, London: Sampson Low, trans. Agnes D. Kingston) - reprint: New
York: Vincent Parke (vol. 12), ed. Charles F. Horne, 1911; abridged and edited
by I.O. Evans in 2 volumes as The Demon of Cawnpore and Tigers and
Traitors, London: Hanison/Westport, CT: Associated Booksellers, 1959; Parke
version reprinted in 2 volumes as The End of Nana Sahib: The Steam House
and Tigers and Traitors by Amsterdam: Fredonia, 2003 and 2001
respectively.

○ “A reward of two thousand pounds will be paid to any one who will deliver
up, dead or alive, one of the prime movers of the Sepoy revolt, at present
known to be in the Bombay presidency, the Nabob Dandou Pant, commonly called
....”

○ Speaking of the great American Andes, the mineralogist Haüy uses a grand
expression when he calls them “The incommensurable parts of Creation.”

These proud words may justly be applied to the Himalayan chain, whose
heights no man can measure with any mathematical precision.

The person who held in his hand the document, of which this medley of
letters composed the last paragraph, remained for some moments in a
thoughtful attitude after contemplating it attentively.

○ The town of Manao is situated in 3°8′4″ of southern latitude, and 67°27′
of longitude to the west of the meridian of Paris. Four hundred and twenty
kilometric leagues separate it from Bélem, and only ten kilometers from the
mouth of the Rio Negro.

The man who held in his hand the document of which this strange
assemblage of letters formed the concluding paragraph, remained some moments
lost in thought.

○ The town of Manaos is in 3°8′4″ south latitude, and 67°27′ west longitude,
reckoning from the Paris meridian. It is some four hundred and twenty
leagues from Belem, and about ten miles from the embouchure of the
Rio Negro.

○ On the 16th of August, at six o’clock in the evening, Top-Hané Square at
Constantinople, so full of life at ordinary times with the coming and going
of the crowd, was silent, dull, and almost deserted.

○ It will doubtless be remembered that Van Mitten, who had been inconsolable
because he had not been able to visit the ruins of Ancient Colchis, had
determined to explore the mythological Phasis, which, under the less
euphonious name of Rion, is near Poti, of which it forms the little harbor
on the shore of the Black Sea.

○ It was the 16th of August, and six o’clock in the evening. The Top Hane
square, in Constantinople, usually the scene of bustling, busy crowds, was
now silent, dismal and deserted.

○ The reader will doubtless remember that Van Mitten, keenly disappointed at
his inability to visit the ruins of ancient Colchis, determined to make up
for that loss by exploring the Phasis of mythology, which, under the less
euphonic name of the Rion, empties into the Black Sea at Poti, where it
forms the port of that name.

○ At six o’clock in the evening of the 16th of August, in a certain year
which need not be particularly specified, the quay of Top-Hane in
Constantinople, usually so crowded and full of life, and bustle, was
silent—almost deserted.

○ The reader no doubt remembers that Van Mitten, much disappointed at not
having been able to visit the ruins of the ancient Colchis, had made up his
mind to indemnify himself by exploring the “mythological” Phasis, which,
under the less euphonious name of the Rion, now flows into the sea at Poti,
where it forms a little harbour in the littoral of the Black Sea.

On the 18th of October, 1827, about five o’clock in the evening, a little
Levantine vessel was taking advantage of a fresh breeze in order to reach
the port of Vitylo, at the entrance to the Gulf of Coron, before night-fall.

The
Archipelago on Fire (1885, London: Sampson Low, trans.?).

On the 18th of October, about five o’clock in the evening, a small Levantine
vessel was heading close-hauled for Vitylo, in the Gulf of Koron,
endeavouring to reach that port before night-fall.

The
Southern Star, or The Diamond Land (1885, New York: Munro, trans.?).

“Speak on, sir. I am listening.”

“Sir, I have the honor of asking you for the hand of
your daughter, Miss Watkins!”

“The hand of Alice?”

“Yes, sir. My request seems to surprise you, but you
will excuse me if I say that I am at a loss to understand why it should
appear extraordinary. I am twenty-six years old, my name is Cyprien Mere. I
am a mining engineer, having graduated from the Polytechnic School, second
in my class; my family is honorable, and respected, if they are not rich.”

“Yes. My request seems to surprise you. Perhaps you will
forgive me if I have some difficulty understanding why it appears so
strange. I am twenty-six years old; my name is Victor Cyprien; I am a mining
engineer, and left the Polytechnic as second on the list. My family is
honest and respected, if it is not rich."

The
Star of the South (2003, Pretoria: Protea Book House, trans. Stephen Gray).

“Keep talking, young man. I’m listening.”

“Sir, I have the honour of asking for the hand of Miss
Watkins, your daughter.”

“The hand of Alice...”

“Yes, sir. My request seems to have taken you by
surprise. But please excuse me if I don’t grasp why you could find it so
daring. I am twenty-six. I am called Cyprien Méré. I am a mining engineer
and I left the Polytechnic second in my year. My family is honourable and
much respected, even though we aren’t rich.”

Trieste, the capital of Illyria, consists of two towns of widely dissimilar
aspect. One of them—Theresienstadt—is modern and well-to-do, and squarely
built along the shore of the bay from which the land it occupies has been
reclaimed; the other is old, and poor, and irregular, straggling from the
Corso up the slopes of the Karst, whose summit is crowned by the picturesque
citadel.

There is probably neither in Europe nor anywhere else a scholar whose face
is more
universally known than that of Dr. Schwaryencrona, of Stockholm. His
portrait appears on the millions of bottles with green seals, which are sent
to the confines of the globe.

In all probability there had never been, either in Europe or anywhere else,
a scientist whose appearance was better known than that of Dr.
Schwaryencrona; his portrait, reproduced by the vendors below his trade-mark
on millions of bottles with their green seals, accompanied the bottles even
to the ends of the earth.

My name is Natalis Delpierre. I was born in 1761, at Grattepanche, a village
in Picardy. My father was a farm labourer. He worked on the estate of the
Marquis d’Estrelle. My mother did her best to help him. My sisters and I
followed our mother’s example.

There were seven or eight hundred of them at least. Of medium height, but
strong, supple, framed to make prodigious bounds, they gamboled in the last
rays of the sun, now setting over the mountains which formed serried ridges
westward of the roadstead.

Texar’s
Vengeance, or North Versus South (1887, New York: Munro, trans. Laura E.
Kendall). NOTE: although Part I of this edition is a different translation, Part
II appears to be identical—except for occasional spellings and a few differences
in punctuation—to the Sampson Low translation.

○ Florida, which had been annexed by the great American Republic in 1820,
was elevated to the dignity of a sovereign State a few years later. By this
annexation, the territory of the United States was increased sixty-seven
thousand square miles, but the star of Florida glitters with only a
secondary light in the constellation of thirty-eight stars that adorns the
flag of the United States.

○ “Texar!”—such was the well-hated name that Zermah had shouted into the
darkness at the moment Mrs. Burbank and Alice reached the bank of Marine
Creek.

Texar’s
Revenge, or North Against South (1887, London: Sampson Low, trans.?) -
reprint: abridged and edited by I.O. Evans in 2 volumes as Burbank the
Northerner and Texar the Southerner, London: Arco/Westport, CT:
Associated Booksellers, 1965; published both as North Against South and
as Texar’s Revenge (identical volumes with different titles) by
Amsterdam: Fredonia, 2001 and 2002 respectively.

○ Florida was annexed to the American federation in 1819; it was organized
into a state a few years afterwards. By the annexation the area of the
republic was increased by some 67,000 square miles. But the star of Florida
shines with second-rate brilliancy in that constellation of thirty-eight
which spangle the banner of the United States of America.

○ “Texar!”—such was the well-hated name that Zermah had shouted into the
darkness at the moment Mrs. Burbank and Alice reached the bank of Marino
Creek.

A
Two Years’ Vacation (1889, New York: Munro, trans.?). NOTE: this edition
also includes a translation of Verne’s preface to this novel.

On the night of the 9th of March, 1860, the heavy, lowering clouds, which
seemed almost a part of the sea, completely concealed from view even objects
that were but a few yards off, as a small vessel with furled sails flew
along over the fierce and angry waves, upon which occasional flashes of
lightning cast a lurid glare.

Adrift
in the Pacific (1889, London: Sampson Low, trans.?) - reprint: abridged and
edited by I.O. Evans in 2 volumes as Adrift in the Pacific and Second
Year Ashore, London: Arco/Westport, CT: Associated Booksellers, 1965; in 1
volume as Adrift in the Pacific: Two Years Holiday by Amsterdam:
Fredonia, 2003.

It was the 9th of March, 1860, and eleven o’clock at night. The sea and sky
were as one, and the eye could pierce but a few fathoms into the gloom.
Through the raging sea, over which the waves broke with a livid light, a
little ship was driving under almost bare poles.

A
Long Vacation (1967, Holt Rinehart and Winston, trans. Olga Marx).

On the night of March 9, 1860, the clouds scudded so low they seemed to be
lying on the ocean. The horizon had narrowed to a few yards.

The one-hundred-ton schooner Sloughie bounced about in a howling
storm.

“And so, Mr. Maston, you consider that a woman can do nothing for the
advance of the mathematical or experimental sciences?”

Topsy-Turvy
(1890, New York: Ogilvie, trans.?) - reprint: The Purchase of the North Pole.
New York: Ace, 1960. Available online at Zvi Har’El’s Jules Verne website at <http://JV.Gilead.org.il/works.html>.

“Then, Mr. Maston, you pretend that a woman has never been able to make
mathematical or experimental-science progress?”

A
Family Without a Name (1889, New York: Lovell; 1889, New York: Munro; 1890,
London: Sampson Low, trans.?) - reprint: abridged and edited by I.O. Evans in 2
volumes as Leader of the Resistance and Into the Abyss, London:
Arco/Westport, CT: Associated Booksellers, 1963.

“We pity the poor creatures who are flying at each other’s throats for the
sake of a few acres of ice.” So said the philosophers at the end of the
eighteenth century, referring to Canada, for whose possession the French and
English were then at strife.

Family
Without a Name (1982, Toronto: NC Press, trans. Edward Baxter).

“What a sorry sight the human race is,” remarked the philosophers at the end
of the eighteenth century, “cutting each other’s throats for the sake of a
few ice-covered acres of land.” It was not their wisest observation, for
they were referring to Canada, over which the British and French were then
at war.

When you part with friends on the threshold of a long journey, there are at
least two chances of your never seeing them again; those whom you leave
behind may not be there on your return, and you, who go away, may never come
back. Such calculations, however, were far away from the thoughts of the
sailors who were preparing to get under sail on board the Franklin,
on the morning of the 15th of March, in the year 1875.

There are two chances of never again seeing the friends we part with when
starting on a long voyage; those we leave may not be here on our return, and
those who go may never come back. But little heed of these eventualities
were taken by the sailors who were preparing for the departure on board the
Franklin in the morning of the 15th of March, 1875.

This story is not fantastic; it is merely romantic. Are we to conclude that
it is not true, its unreality being granted? That would be a mistake. We
live in times when everything can happen—we might almost say everything has
happened. If our story does not seem to be true to-day, it may seem so
to-morrow, thanks to the resources of science, which are the wealth of the
future.

Claudius
Bombarnac [also published as The Special Correspondent] (1894, New
York: U.S. Book; 1894, London: Sampson Low, trans.?) - reprint: Adventures of
a Special Correspondent in Central Asia, Honolulu: University Press of the
Pacific, 2000. Available online at Zvi Har’El’s Jules Verne website at <http://JV.Gilead.org.il/works.html>.

Such is the address of the telegram I found on the 13th of May when I
arrived at Tiflis.

This is what the telegram said,—

“As the matters in hand will terminate on the 15th instant Claudius
Bombarnac will repair to Uzun Ada, a port on the east coast of the Caspian.
There he will take the train by the direct Grand Transasiatic between the
European frontier and the capital of the Celestial Empire.”

It is September 9th, 1831. The captain left his cabin at six o’clock. The
sun is rising, or to speak more exactly, its light is illuminating the lower
clouds in the east, for its disk is still below the horizon.

When a journey begins badly it rarely ends well. At least that ought to have
been the opinion of the four instrumentalists whose instruments lay on the
ground, the carriage in which they were riding having suddenly upset against
a mound by the side of the road.

The carte de visite received that day, June 15, 189—, by the director
of the establishment of Healthful House was a very neat one, and simply
bore, without escutcheon or coronet, the name: COUNT D’ARTIGAS.

Below this name, in a corner of the card, the following address was
written in lead pencil: “On board the schooner Ebba, anchored off New
Berne, Pamlico [sic] Sound.”

No doubt the following narrative will be received with entire incredulity,
but I think it well that the public should be put in possession of the facts
narrated in “An Antarctic Mystery.” The public is free to believe them or
not, at its good pleasure.

No more appropriate scene for the wonderful and terrible adventures which
I am about to relate could be imagined than the Desolation Islands, so
called, in 1779, by Captain Cook.

No doubt the following narrative will be received with entire incredulity,
but I think it well
that the public should be put in possession of the facts narrated in “An
Antarctic Mystery.” The public is free to believe them or not, at its good
pleasure

. I am a Connecticut naturalist possessed of a small independent fortune.
In the year 1839 I was engaged in research work among the islands of the far
southern ocean.(abridged and altered version of the Hoey translation)

The archipelago which lies at 49°45′ south and 69°6′ east is properly called
the Kerguelen Islands, having been discovered by the French explorer of that
name in 1772. I assert, however, that the name Desolation Islands, given
them in 1779 by Captain Cook, is the only suitable name for this group of
islets in the midst of the vast storm-swept Southern Seas.

A stranger arriving in the chief city of Illinois on the morning of the 3rd
of April, 1897, would have had good reason for considering himself the most
fortunate of travellers. His notebook that day would have had entries enough
to yield copy for many sensational articles.

Their
Island Home and The Castaways of the Flag [2 vols.] (1923, London:
Sampson Low, trans. Cranstoun Metcalfe) - reprint: The Castaways of the Flag:
Honolulu: University Press of the Pacific, 2000.

○ The dry season set in at the beginning of the second week of October. This
is the first spring month in the Southern zone. The winter in this
nineteenth degree of latitude between the Equator and the tropic of
Capricorn had not been very severe. The inhabitants of New Switzerland would
soon be able to resume their wonted labours.

○ Night—a pitch-dark night! It was almost impossible to distinguish sky from
sea. From the sky, laden with clouds low and heavy, deformed and tattered,
lightning flashed every now and then, followed by muffled rolls of thunder.
At these flashes the horizon lit up for a moment and showed deserted and
melancholy.

If I speak of myself in this story, it is because I have been deeply
involved in its startling events, events doubtless among the most
extraordinary which this twentieth century will witness.

The
Master of the World (1914, London: Sampson Low, trans. Cranstoun Metcalfe) -
reprint: abridged and edited by I.O. Evans as The Master of the World,
London: Arco/Westport, CT: Associated Booksellers, 1962.

The mountain range parallel to the American Atlantic sea-board, which
ploughs through North Carolina, Virginia, Maryland, Pennsylvania and New
York State, bears the double name of Alleghany [sic] Mountains and Apalachee
[sic] Mountains. It is formed of two distinct chains: the Cumberland
Mountains on the west, and the Blue Ridge on the east.

That man was alone in the night, running like a wolf between the masses
of ice piled up by the cold of a long winter. His trousers were of double
thickness, his cafetan or cowskin jacket, his cap with its ear-flaps,
protected him but imperfectly from the attacks of the bitter wind.

L’Invasion de la mer - 1905

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— On parlait du navire qui vient chercher...qui emmènera
Hadjar?

— Oui... à Tunis, où il sera jugé...

Invasion
of the Sea (2001, Wesleyan UP, trans. Edward Baxter)

“How much do you know?”

“I know what I heard in the port.”

“Were people talking about the ship that’s coming to
get—coming to take Hadjar away?”

The
Lighthouse at the End of the World (1923, London: Sampson Low, trans.
Cranstoun Metcalfe) - reprint: Amsterdam: Fredonia, 2001.

The sun was setting behind the hills which bounded the view to the west. The
weather was fine. On the other side, over the sea, which to the north-east
and east was indistinguishable from the sky, a few tiny clouds reflected the
sun’s last rays, soon to be extinguished in the shades of the twilight,
which lasts for a considerable time in this high latitude of the fifty-fifth
degree of the southern hemisphere.

○ Legs astride, lost in dreamland, Robert Morgand stood for five good
minutes facing the long black wall bordering one of London’s saddest
thoroughfares.

○ The argument which Thompson had had with most of his passengers, would it
be followed by others? The future would tell, but certainly relations were
strained between the Administrator General and those he administered.

There is no reason for hiding from the reader that the town in which this
singular story commences is situated in Virginia, United States of America.
With his permission, we will call this town Whaston, and we will place it in
the east, on the right bank of the Potomac; but we deem it useless to
specify the exact whereabouts of Whaston, which does not appear even on the
best maps.

The town in which this strange story begins is situated in Virginia, U.S.A.;
it may be called Whaston, on the right bank of the river Potomac; it is
useless to specify its exact whereabouts, for it does not appear even on the
best maps.

On 5th August 1876 a large noisy crowd was gathered in The Angler’s Rest.
Songs, shouts, the clatter of glasses, applause, exclamations, all combined
to produce a terrible din, regularly punctuated by the loud “Hochs!” which
express the summit of Teutonic joy.

The windows opened on to the Danube, where the pleasant little town of
Sigmaringen almost dominates its source.

○ It was a graceful animal, its neck long and beautifully curved, its legs
long and slender, its skin of russet-brown flecked with white, its tail
short and bushy. Its local name was the guanaco.

○ At the head of his fifteen volunteers, the Kaw-djer hastened across the
plain. A few minutes sufficed to bring him to Liberia.

Magellania
(2002, New York: Welcome Rain, trans. Benjamin Fry). This translation is of
Verne’s original manuscript, before revisions by his son, Michel.

It was a graceful animal, with a long neck, elegant curvature, rounded rump,
and nervous tapering legs with a tawny, white-speckled red coat, and a
short, tufted, thick-haired tail. In the countryside it was called the
guanaco, or guanaque.

“And do come as soon as you can my dear Henri; I am waiting impatiently for
you. Besides, the country is magnificent, and this district in Lower Hungary
is just the thing to interest an engineer. Were it only from that point of
view, you would not regret making the journey.

Very Heartily Yours, Marc Vidal”

Thus ended the letter which I received from my brother
on 4th April, 1757.

“In the Year 2889” (Sept. 1888-Feb. 1989, The Forum
[New York] - first published in English by Michel Verne).

Little though they seem to think of it, the people of this twenty-ninth
century live continually in a fairyland. Surfeited as they are with
marvels, they are indifferent in the presence of each new marvel.

The Zartog Sofr-Al-Sr—that is, the learned Doctor Sofr, youngest member
of the hundred-and-first generation of his lineage—was making his way at
a comfortable pace along the chief street in Basidra, capital of the
Hars-Iten-Schu, the Empire (as we would call it) of the Four Seas.

One day—towards the end of September, a long time ago—a luxurious
carriage drew up before the office of the Vice-Admiral Commanding the
Port of Toulon.

“An Ideal City”

A Public Lecture Delivered by Jules Verne, Director, on 12th December
1875.

Ladies and Gentlemen,

Will you permit me to neglect all the duties of a Director of the
Academy of Amiens presiding at a public session, by replacing the usual
lecture by an account of an adventure which happened to myself?

“Ten Hours Hunting”

There are people who don’t like huntsmen, and perhaps they’re not
altogether wrong.

Is it because it doesn’t disgust these gentry to kill the game with
their own hands before they eat it?

“Frritt-Flacc” (first published in Nov. 1959, Magazine of
Fantasy and Science Fiction) - see Un Billet de Loterie, suivi de
Frritt-Flacc

Frritt! That is the wind getting up.

Flacc! That is the rain falling in torrents.

Its roaring force is bending the trees on the adjacent hills and
driving on to break against the slopes of the mountains of Crimma.

“Gil Braltar” (first published in July 1958, Magazine of
Fantasy and Science Fiction)

There were seven or eight hundred of them at least. Of medium height,
but strong, supple, framed to make prodigious bounds, they gamboled in
the last rays of the sun, now setting over the mountains which formed
serried ridges westward of the roadstead.

“In the Twenty-Ninth Century: The Day of an American
Journalist in 2889” - reprinted in Jules Verne, The Eternal Adam, and
other Stories, ed. Peter Costello, London: Phoenix, 1999.

The men of the twenty-ninth century live in a perpetual fairyland,
though they do not seem to realise it. Bored with wonders, they are cold
towards everything that progress brings them every day.

“Mr. Ray Sharp and Miss Me Flat”

There were about thirty of us children in Kalfermatt School, a score of
boys between six and twelve years old, and ten girls between four and
nine.

Zartog Sofr-Aï-Sr—meaning “Doctor, third male representative of the
hundred and first generation in the Sofr Family”—was slowly following
the principal street of Basidra, the capital of the
Hars-Iten-Schu—otherwise known as “The Empire of the Four Seas.”

Humbug:
The American Way of Life (1991, Edinburgh: Acadian, trans. William Butcher)

In March 1863, I embarked on the Kentucky, the steamboat plying
between New York and Albany.